Mannequin
Written by Luke Walton
Copyright Luke Walton all rights reserved

On the ground, I was level,
Had more than just two feet.
On my own, I’m all alone,
Deaf whenever I speak.

Mannequin, a one-end deal,
Strung by the way you make me feel,
Make me dance and make me talk,
Hung by my neck and here I’m stuck.

I shoulda known what was comin’,
You wrote it on the wall.
Shoulda read, but now instead,
You cut me and I fall.

Mannequin, a one-end deal,
Strung by the way you make me feel,
Make me dance and make me talk,
Hung by my neck and here I’m stuck.

Mannequin, a one-end deal,
Strung by the way you make me feel,
Make me dance and make me talk,
Hung by my neck and here I’m stuck.